I slept well, my health data is better than usual, my BMW 1200 GS is on my doorstep, I reflect on the trip and feel good. That was my trip and it was over in a flash. Here in our 2nd home, I first have to settle in again, and the certainty that I will soon have to leave again makes it hard to arrive at all.
After greeting the neighbours, I retreated into my writer's shell. I can isolate myself in no time, live only in my story and forget the world around me. That carries the risk of loneliness. So today I'm pulling myself together, resuming my health discipline. Since I don't have a cross trainer here, I practice walking until my Apple Watch signals that I have completed my desired workout. On the way, I buy a fresh salad, which I prepare at home with local lemon and olive oil. I have deserved a local beer to go with it.
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